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Saturday, March 15, 2008

SHOWCASE SUNDAY

Mrs. Noah

Once the doors were nailed shutand the rain was pounding the roofhow she must have wept for the childrenshe watched the water swallow.How she must have held her own to her breast,their stink and the animals’ stinkreassuring and warm. How she musthave blamed Noah for her plight,hating him for believing in a godthat would make her Mother of Alland he their keeper. When the dove came with its tiny branch, how Mrs. Noahmust have ached to snatch it from its mouth,to take somethingfor all that had been taken from her.

Even though I didn't know it at the time, this poem was the start of my historical women project. And this is cool: friend and fellow writer Teresa was so intriqued by Mrs. Noah after reading this poem that she went on to write a 100,000 word novel about her!

"You can’t wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club."

3 comments:

That is such an insightful and beautifully poignant poem. No wonder it inspired a novel! You sparked an idea that is seldom considered. I love how one idea can evolve into something larger than we ever thought possible. I am grateful for creative souls like you.

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